Chapter 87 - If the elders die, I'll take care of the Sword

“Ah, good, good.” Lu Gao rubbed his hands, straightened his clothes, bowed to Huang Six, and turned to run.

Huang Six shook his head and laughed. He pressed a hand to his chest and stood in front of the Sword Pavilion. He looked into the distance, his face blank.

When he did not have any spiritual rocks in his pocket, he would feel happy and satisfied after saving dozens or hundreds of spiritual rocks.

Now that he had four high-grade spiritual rocks in his pocket, he did not know what he could do.

“Perhaps I can find two medicinal pills to strengthen my physique. Last time at the foot of the mountain, I heard that there was a good pill that could nourish my waist…”

…

In the quiet room, the wooden box in front of Han Muye had been opened.

Inside the wooden box was a three-foot-long sword that emitted a metallic aura. It was cold and bone-chilling.

Reaching out, he slowly gripped the hilt.

“Hum—”

A faint sword cry sounded.

The thick sword Qi rushed into Han Muye’s meridians and poured into his sea of Qi.

There were thousands of wisps of sword Qi in this sword. If it were anyone else, just the sword Qi alone would probably break their meridians.

As soon as the sword Qi rushed into his sea of Qi, it immediately swayed.

In Han Muye’s empty sea of Qi, sword intent occupied all directions. The thick power made these sword Qi obediently retract and fuse into the sword intent with matching attributes.

As the sword Qi was absorbed, the scene of this sword being refined appeared in Han Muye’s mind.

An old man with half his shoulders bare waved a hammer and smashed it again and again.

The molten iron splashed and the flames exploded.

He had comprehended the Thousand Refinement Technique.

He had comprehended the Hundred Fold Spiritual Technique.

He had comprehended the Spiritual Forging Technique.

…

From this sword, Han Muye had actually comprehended five forging methods.

The head of the Cao family was indeed an expert in refining weapons. He had all kinds of refining methods at his fingertips.

After comprehending the forging techniques, Han Muye let go of the sword and placed it in the wooden box.

Just as Huang Six had said, for the time being, it was best not to refine this sword.

He already had three good swords. Any more would be a burden.

He could exchange this spiritual sword for something he needed when the time was right.

Pills or cultivation techniques were fine.

When Han Muye walked out of the quiet room, Huang Six and Lu Gao were standing at the door of the Sword Pavilion and speaking softly.

Huang Six’s expression was solemn.

Seeing Han Muye come out, Lu Gao hurriedly said in a low voice, “Senior Brother Han, I heard news from Elder Su Yuan.”

Su Yuan and his disciples were trapped on Deer Park Mountain 5,000 kilometers away, and the Sword Pavilion elders went to rescue them.

Han Muye and the others had no idea which faction had taken action to stop Su Yuan and the others.

One had to know that the Nine Mystic Sword Sect controlled a radius of 50,000 kilometers and the nearby region was the hinterland of the Nine Mystic Mountain.

Being surrounded in such a place was a provocation to the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s dignity.

The Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s Sect Master, Jin Ze, had ordered an elder of the Sword Pavilion to save them because he wanted to kill the enemy with one strike and intimidate everyone.

At the same time, by breaking the sword of the Sword Pavilion Elder, it would also reassure the various factions.

Han Muye had deduced this from the instructions of the Sword Pavilion Elder.

“It’s the Great Spiritual Sword Sect.”

“Supreme Elder Mu Tieyang of the Great Spiritual Sword Sect had led several experts to stop Elder Su Yuan.”

“If not for Elder Su Yuan and the Myriad Sword Ancestor joining forces to block Mu Tieyang’s strike, I’m afraid the fire-type lineage would have suffered a huge loss this time.”

“Mu Tieyang took out the proof of the Three Qin Sword Sect mortgaging their sect’s spiritual artifact and asked for our Sword Sect to return the sword Broken Beam.”

Return that middle-grade spiritual artifact?

A medium-grade spiritual artifact was a treasure in any sect.

“Actually, that Broken Beam sword was really from the Great Spiritual Sword Sect.”

Huang Six shook his head and said softly, “12 years ago, the First God of the Great Spiritual Sword Sect, Qin Ci, was killed by Elder Tuoba Cheng in the Blazing Demon Valley.”

“The Broken Beam was Qin Ci’s sword.”

“The Three Qin Sword Sect paid a huge price to exchange for this sword.”

“By the way, the Sect Master of the Three Qin Sword Sect is called Qin Duanya.”

Han Muye had not expected so many inside stories.

However, a Grand Supreme of the Great Spiritual Sword Sect had come within 5,000 kilometers of the Sword Sect. Did the Sword Sect not have any countermeasures?

“Sigh, Sect Master is really ruthless. This time, I’m afraid he has the intention to kill Mu Tieyang.” Huang Six sighed and turned to look at the Sword Pavilion behind him.

The Sword Pavilion glowed in the sunlight.

“There hasn’t been a Supreme Elder of the Nine Great Sects who died in the past hundred years.”

“If Mu Tieyang is killed, the Western Frontier will probably be in chaos again.”

Huang Six shrank back and muttered, “Back then, three elders of the Sword Pavilion died and the Western Frontier was riddled with holes…”

Thinking of something, he looked up at Han Muye.

Mo Yuan had once said that 200 years ago, the three elders of the Sword Pavilion took action.

The sword light was like a meteor, causing mountains and rivers to collapse.

“The Great Spiritual Sword Sect is determined to go against the Nine Mystic Sword Sect?” Han Muye frowned and muttered softly.

‘That’s not necessary, is it?’

Back then, they had killed one of their experts and snatched the third position of their Sword Sect. However, there was no need to be so serious, right?

“Brother Han, our Nine Mystic Sword Sect is not much weaker than the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect, which is ranked second among the four major sword sects,” Huang Six said.

Second in the four major sword sects?

There was still this big influence involved in this matter?

“Didn’t the three Grand Supreme Elders travel thousands of kilometers to suppress all of them?”

Huang Six shook his head and said softly, “I wonder if the Sword Pavilion Elder will be able to return safely this time…”

Lu Gao shook his head and muttered, “Anyway, when I asked around, they all said, they all said…”

Han Muye narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance.

This time, everyone hoped that the Sword Pavilion Elder would attack.

The Nine Mystic Sword Sect wanted to hide their strength and bide their time, preparing to inflict self-damage.

The Wind Spiritual Sword Sect and the Great Spiritual Sword Sect wanted to suppress the Nine Mystic Sword Sect and weaken themselves.

No wonder the Sword Pavilion Elder had a meal with everyone.

That meal was not to send Huang Six off.

It was for himself.

Han Muye clenched his fists, feeling an uncontrollable emotion surging in his heart.

Cultivation.

Even for the Sword Pavilion Elder, who was in the Hundred Breath Realm.

In the end, he still couldn’t control his own life and death?

“Brother Han, this is the fate of us Sword Caretakers.”

“If you reach the Hundred Breath Realm, this day will come.” Huang Six shook his head and patted Han Muye’s shoulder.

“If you don’t want to go on this path, leave. There’s still time.”

“If the elder dies, I’ll take care of the Sword Pavilion.”

Huang Six looked sincere.

Han Muye knew he meant it.

As long as Han Muye retreated, Huang Six would definitely take over the position in the Sword Pavilion.

Even if his promise to return to the countryside with Lu Qingping would not be kept.

“Brother, we haven’t reached that stage yet.” Han Muye forced a smile on his face, then took a deep breath.

“I’ll ask around and see how the elders are doing.”

Lu Gao’s news came from the outer sect and the servants. It was difficult to tell if it was true or not.

Han Muye felt that it was better for him to ask Elder Su Liang.

This was an elder he was more familiar with.

“No matter what, we should do something. We can’t watch the elders die.”

“We’re both Sword Caretakers.”

Han Muye returned to the quiet room and carried a small wooden box. When he reached the door of the Sword Pavilion, he spoke in a low voice.

With that, he strode away.

“Brother Han is the real Sword Caretaker. Elder, you didn’t misjudge him.” Huang Six looked at his back and sighed softly.

“He can still maintain his fighting spirit despite such adversity. Senior Brother Han, his temperament is as firm as iron and stone.” Lu Gao clenched his fists and lowered his voice.

Chapter end